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Through the Mirror Through the Mirror
When I look in the mirror
I see a girl with wavy reddish hair
And big brown eyes.
I see a girl, in her favorite sweatshirt,
Her favorite jeans, and boots.
But when I look into the girls eyes,
I see much more than that;
A girl with hopes and dreams.
A dream to graduate high school,
A dream to go to college.
A dream to maybe be a journalist,
Or perhaps an artist.
I look even further into her eyes,
And see more and even bigger dreams than before.
A dream to grow up,
A dream to get married.
A dream to start a family.
That's when I realize
I was looking at myself
The entire time.
The Next Time The Next Time
My, now I wonder when is
The next time we will meet.
At last I see you;
I hope you will sweep me off my feet,
That you will run your fingers
Through my hair
Then give me a sweet kiss
And be glad I'm finally there.
Ch. 1 - There We MetChapter 1
There We Met
That was the first time I saw him. I was sitting there, halfway up in the bleachers, at Pasadena High Schools first varsity home game of the season. At that minute, I had been reading my book, getting bored with the game. All of a sudden, there was a ton of commotion on the field, and, naturally, I looked up. Then, I saw him. He looked right at me, right into my eyes, and smiled at me. I had never met him before, let alone seen him before. How could have this total stranger been smiling at me? Im not that pretty. And Im kind of a nerd, too. Im positive my hair was frizzy at the time, as I took a shower right before the game and had no time to blow it out. My hair and eyes are such a dull color too, both a dull brown. I didnt under stand how he, a super hot guy, could be smiling at me, of all people.
The mystery man stopped for a few seconds at the bottom of the bleachers, staring at me intently. I tried to ignore him and his s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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